Artemisia Love stands there, cake in hand, knowing damn well what her stepson wants. Jon Rogue doesn't even bother with polite phrasing—he blows the candle and tells her to get on her knees. She smirks, drops, and wraps her lips around his cock, giving him the messiest birthday present he could ask for. Her spit coats every inch while she takes him deeper, gagging just enough to keep him throbbing. He holds her hair, rocks his hips, and lets her worship him until his balls tighten. The finale? She swallows every drop of his load with zero hesitation, licking her lips clean.
Artemisia Love stands there, cake in hand, knowing damn well what her stepson wants. Jon Rogue doesn't even bother with polite phrasing—he blows the candle and tells her to get on her knees. She smirks, drops, and wraps her lips around his cock, giving him the messiest birthday present he could ask for. Her spit coats every inch while she takes him deeper, gagging just enough to keep him throbbing. He holds her hair, rocks his hips, and lets her worship him until his balls tighten. The finale? She swallows every drop of his load with zero hesitation, licking her lips clean.
